When They Wilt

by agapik9

Rose petals scattered away with the wind.

I extend my hand to catch them, they slip from my grasp.

The wind whispers in my ear, a sweet embrace.

"You will leave along with them." It said.

"I'm afraid." I cried and held onto my rose.

What a damned universe it is the one we live in.

My tears fall one by one and crash to the pavement.

A sadistic laugh is heard from somewhere in the distance.

"Let your rose wilt, and so will you"

I close my ears with my hands, I desperately try to escape.

I run.

I run away.

From whom? You ask.

Myself. My fate.

I don't want to die.

I stumble to my feet, my almost wilted rose falls down.

I freeze.

When our roses wilt, we die.

When they wilt, it's the end of our time.

"Please don't go."

A scream that cuts through my ears.

I clutch my heart, and tears keep falling.

"I don't want to."

I scream.

"I don't want to."

I whisper.

"Listen to me... I won't die."

I scream to my rose.

As if mocking me,

the last petal detaches itself from the stem.

I gasp for air.

This is my end.

When our flowers wilt,

so do our lives.